In the distant and uncertain To be aware ♪ In an old Iberian hotel room That the devil ♪ Is not behind the curtain She said walk in small steps And fear floating
We made a pact As Saturn approaching Leaned on the sky
The smoking cigarette Said it's late You should be going The wind is howling The house is showing ♪ A boat to an island on the wall
A hand striking in slow motion Future singing in the field Shooting season's open ♪ To care ♪ Or not to care To be aware In your absence they made your choices for you ♪ You're supposed to laugh ♪ Tell your fortune to the sailor This is the black mountain pass These hours the sun shines to moonlight, black A boat to an island on the wall A hand striking in slow motion Future singing in the field Shooting season's open A boat to an island on the wall A hand striking in slow motion Lied too bad, too long Shooting season's open